Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

- Yes. - You really are a good guy, Michael.
- Hey, guys. - Oh, that's why.
Nah, you'll never be able to do it. You're too good.
The Alliance decides to let Gob back in.
This really worked better with the chair.
- You are too nice. - Oh, come on. What was I supposed to do?
Wiggle those sexy gams, lady.
- The loser. The fool. - Hmm?
Real needle. Real apple.
- Actually, we're having a wonderful time. - You know, he's damaged goods.
I'd absolutely adore it. Oh, Lucille.
Maybe I oughta get myself one of those nice leather chairs from work.
You're the only child who chose a spouse I liked, and she's the one who had to die.
And now, my, hopefully, lovely assistant will join me.
I actually came to ask Lucille something.
You know, a leather jacket's not gonna change that.
- from every venue in town. - Hmm.
Wanna go shopping with me? I bet you could get something cool.
- Wow! Really? - Are you out of your mind?
Well, I don't wanna get into that part of your life anymore.
That's why we're wearing all this leather. I'm really into leather.
how happy Marta had made Gob, she realized how important love was to her children.
This is his one last chance. They'll never let him in the Alliance again.
Okay. It's magic time.